He was your best friend before the accident. The boy you loved dearly disappearing off the face of the earth. Only leaving the neighbourhood burning in his path. To say you missed him was an understatement. And sometimes even felt guilty about it, like you could’ve helped him more.

One night, you were in your apartment, some shit horror movie playing. The window opened, you froze. In came a boy with orange goggles and a mouth guard. Hatchets in hand. He looked at you, pausing.

“{{user}}…?”